At the risk of turning this into a less accomplished Alan Bennett biscuit monologue, yesterday I became reacquainted with the joys of Rich Teas. A cookie pleasure I'd not experienced for decades, following the turning of my fickle heart and head by the enchantment of a chocolate Hob Nob. My Rich Tea relationship ending abruptly … Continue reading Forgotten Riches
Tag: Art
Dante’s Inferno – 2019
In my attempts to dodge situations adding strain on my still recovering cardio system I'm currently striving to avoid TV news bulletins. An approach purposely taken to evade the journalistic millstones capable of dragging even the most positive individuals (of which I'm not one) into a pit of despair. Stories that transport you from the … Continue reading Dante’s Inferno – 2019
East Leeds Locutions
Monday proved to be a rather unspectacular day for yours truly. Waking to heavy rainfall, the low level grey stratus clouds hung around LS15 throughout daylight hours. A fitting metaphor for my mood - Spirits that weren't even lifted by the midday arrival of my latest self-published book of blog excerpts. My 23rd tome, titled … Continue reading East Leeds Locutions
The Perils of Being Named Cedric
A humid atmosphere in West Yorkshire is Saturday evening's meteorological companion. Significant downpours not only desperately required by the parched garden flora and fauna, but also to freshen baroscopic readings. Before I proceed, I'd like to welcome the word baroscopic into the fold of words utilised on writesaidfred.org. It's inaugural use has been a long … Continue reading The Perils of Being Named Cedric
Beautiful
I feel the earth move under my feet I feel the sky tumbling down I feel my heart start trembling Whenever you're around A poetic verse from the pen of American song/writer Carole King. A divulgent proclamation starting her 1971 hit named after the first pentad of the lyric. Lexilogical meanderings overtly expressing to her … Continue reading Beautiful
The Revamp
Tuesday 29th May - This morning, I've revamped the look and feel of my website https://strachan.blog - A fiddly task where customising the site to my aesthetic requirements isn't ordinarily achieved without significant trial and error. I liken the process to that of attempting to 'wind up' my adult children. That a strategy of antagonising … Continue reading The Revamp
Who Locked Grandad In The Loo?
On this day in mid-1960's Kirskstall, Leeds my younger brother Ian made his appearance into the world. Born at home, our kid arrived shortly after the conclusion of the second Cassius Clay vs Sonny Liston fight. With Clay (latterly Muhammed Ali) winning by first round KO, Ian didn't turn up on time to witness Liston … Continue reading Who Locked Grandad In The Loo?
